Please Daddy

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I hear the garage open. I feel a rush of adrenaline hit me making my heart pound with excitement. Your finally here. I rush to the door and kneel with my spine straight and my eyes cast to the floor. I can feel the linoleum cold beneath my knees as I spread my thighs a little wider just the way I know you like them. I am completely nakid with the exception of my collar. My hair is cascading down my back with the top pulled up so you can see my face. I know you don't like it when I hide my face from your penetrating gaze. As I place my arms behind my back and push my chest out for your approval I hear the door open. I am in position just in time. I hope you are happy with the vision I make.

I hear your footsteps before I see you, slow and deliberate, each one making the thrum in my chest grow louder. The scent of the outside clings to you as the door clicks shut, and I feel the air change — thicker, heavier, charged with the weight of your presence. I keep my gaze low but I can sense you standing over me, your shadow falling across my skin. Every nerve in my body is alive, trembling, waiting for your touch or your word, desperate to know if I’ve pleased you, if the sight of me waiting has stirred that dark, hungry look in your eyes.

You gently caress the side of my face slowly running your fingers across my skin and under my chin where you tilt my face towards you. You slowly move it back and forth caressing me with your eyes as your sultry voice says,"How was my girl today? Were you good?" I am always good. I would never want to do anything to bring you displeasure. I slowly nod my head. You tell me to follow as you go about taking off your shoes and your coat.

I feel the weight of your presence behind me, every shuffle of your knees against the floor a reminder of how completely you’ve given yourself over. When I strip off my coat and set my shoes aside, I don’t rush — I savor the way you wait, trembling with the need for approval. Turning, I let my eyes drink you in: thighs spread just the way I taught you, collar snug at your throat, hair pulled back so I can see every flicker of anticipation on your face. The sight makes my cock stir, thickening with the power of it, the reminder that you belong to me.
I step closer, letting my shadow fall over you again, and place my hand on the crown of your head, pressing down just enough so you feel the weight of my control. “That’s my good girl,” I murmur, my voice low and deliberate, the sound designed to curl down your spine. My thumb brushes over your lips, testing the way they part for me without hesitation. “On your knees, waiting, desperate… exactly where you should be.” My cock strains against my pants as I imagine how wet you must already be, dripping onto the floor just from obeying. I tilt your chin up sharply, forcing your eyes into mine. “Tell me,” I demand, letting that edge of authority bite through the air, “how badly have you missed my touch?

I feel your strong hand holding my gaze to yours. I feel my pulse throb in my clit as my empty pussy clenches around nothing begging to be filled. "I have needed you so badly today Daddy. I want to you use me for your pleasure. All my holes are ready for you." The anticipation of how you will use me shivers its way down my spine but I hold perfectly still for you. The need to please you freezing my muscles into place just how you like them. As I look into your eyes I see the shimmer of approval I have waited all day for.
The way you hold still for me, trembling but obedient, sends a dark satisfaction straight through me. My hand tightens on your chin, forcing your gaze to stay locked with mine, because I want you to see exactly how much I approve… and how much I’m about to take from you. I let the silence stretch, watching your body betray you as your thighs quiver and your pussy clenches around the nothing inside you.
“You’ve needed me all day, have you?” I growl low, my thumb brushing across your lips before pressing them open. “Good. That’s how I want you—aching, desperate, wet and waiting with every hole ready for me.” I press my hardness against your face just enough for you to smell me, to know exactly what you’re about to be filled with. My control holds steady, but inside I’m already claiming you—imagining how you’ll writhe when I finally decide to give you what you’ve been begging for.
“Patience, babygirl,” I murmur, tilting your head back further, savoring the way you yield. “You’ll get used exactly how I want… and you’ll thank me when I’m finished with you.

As you press your hardness to my face a take a deep breath taking in your masculine musky scent. I want to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue and taste your essence so badly but this is not about what I want. My whole goal in this moment is to make you feel my devotion. I take a deep calming breath and try to center myself. I focus on slowing my heart rate and relax my muscles. I pull back into the moment and wait patiently for your command.
I can feel the way you steady yourself, chest rising and falling as you kneel in absolute submission. My cock throbs at the sight of you, heavy and hard, the cool metal of my piercing catching the light as it hovers at your lips. I don’t let you take me yet — that would be too easy. Instead, I fist your hair at the base of your skull, forcing your face up so your eyes lock with mine.
“You’ve been patient,” I growl, letting the tip of my cock drag across your lips, the barbell of my piercing grazing your skin. “Now show me how deep that devotion really runs.” I press forward just enough for you to taste me, the salty pre-come smearing against your tongue, the steel piercing tapping at your lips with every movement. My grip tightens, a reminder that this isn’t about what you want — it’s about me taking every ounce of your obedience — and I slowly push deeper, savoring the way your mouth yields to the weight of me.

Thank you to a wonderful friend for helping me write this.

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